Track 7: Alan's in Wonderland

Dazed, Confused, and slightly depressed
The death of a mystic rebirth of a mess
Don't contest what I profess, these lies speak the truth
God's my final witness, while the only other's you
A bird can't fly forever, sometimes it has to land
Stradle on a branch, worry about its fam
But it's mating season now, no girls to see me dance
The nest is left empty, and the feather's made of lead

The roller ride's over, please exit to your left
As I'm left without a clue as to what to expect next
Did I really like her, or was she just another thought
What is it that I want, stop staring at the clock
The hands stopped moving but time's still moving on
I'm left in the past again, Future's frozen, gone
Unconsciously longing, subconsciously fighting
Interpret my thoughts wrong, and take my actions lightly

B LAZ E's at the wheel, Alan's off to hibernate
But there's no brake pads, couldn't stop at this rate
In this race, Alan's stuck going in circles
So B LAZ E's treading green, I need a miracle
I need the sun to shine out of the hole I hold
I could always jump across but I'd rather use a pole
Or a bridge, or some wings, because what if I fall
Body's splattered red, and I'll no longer hear the call

Track 8: Alan's in Wonderland

It's positive vibe time

Integrate with hive mind

Insane so rewind

Peter Pan ain't as fly

Right before I tie my tie

Light it up for the ride

Mile high club and touching rye

Attending a funeral fore the body hit the ground
Soul intact so everything's sound
The wind's blowing
The tree's are smoking
I'm stuck toking on a cloud

Dead thoughts in my head keep spinning
Old soul empath and I'm still winning
Thoroughly pave a path too dirty to walk
So I ran the other way with my tail between my cock
Got the dreads out, mad style, more crazy than a hatter
Alan's in wonderland and B LAZ E's in battle
Pull out excalibur bust the blade and some butter
Good night to the knight and the king's special other
She didn't give it up but why bother
A chase ain't a chase if you catch her
Set a trap just to spring it on the wrong girl
Dazzle that girl, shower her with pearls
Love drunk but fuck sobriety
Happy as fuck with notoriety

Commit a robbery of all the bad feelings
Put it through the process, start some sensual healing
Wave the wavelength from the crest to the trough
Borrow a few more words from the world
To be honest I'm feeling kinda old
Throw that up to the recycled soul
This is more than a rap, it's a story
But there's no plot yet at least as it's told
Usually dark and sinister with a little bit of minister
I gotta show the hippier side of me
The happy go lucky, looking for a fucky
Free love free earth and free me

Stay Strapped

Track 1: Alan's In Wonderland

I'm not good at putting my words into words
This shit was rehearsed
Contorted and edited to be prophetic
Pathetic, synthetic
Rehearsed these verses as I write more
Rehearsed these verses as my thoughts get worse
Rehearsed these verses to rehearse

Reverse the hearse as death comes knocking at the door
Let time stand still and begging for more
Reap a reward and salute the soldiers
While they make their way up the hill with that bigass boulder
Look, life's only a game if you make it
Got these rules that I didn't set
Just a kid tryna make it
Go through school cause there's nothing else to do
Got that artistic talent stifled out by a fool
Shit man, I could be an artist
Got my sketches here, but oh look there's college
The books beckon me, but I'd rather sit at home
Writing out lyrics and working on my own

This kid's just a kid
He uses big boy words but his shoes don't fit
My mind's made up
Too stubborn to budge
Sorry if I'm an ass
That shit's just a phase, it'll pass
I'm just done with this game
I didn't wanna play it anyways
But I'm forced to roll the dice
Will I ever pass go
No, no one knows

Disfigured and poetically justified
But the bitch's hands ain't in the air
I aspire to move mountains
To hide the face of despair
The mental hospital in my head has a diagnosis
Endured trauma and here's a prognosis
He's gonna go on to moan and groan
But he's gonna still smile when he's not alone
When he's in the loony bin strapped up like a G
His incoherent babble is making sense to me
Conspiracy syndrome treated like a disability
But he keeps on going despite the hospitality

Birth

Track 5:Alan's in Wonderland

I'm a drunk that doesn't drink
That really needs to think
About where the fuck it is I'm headed
As I walk down this lonely road
Only thoughts I have are home
Wherever the fuck that shit is
I'll ramble on this rant
And surely lose my pants
As I risk the risk of getting commited
To the asylum of my mind
Cause right now I'm wasting time
Writing worthless rhymes of wisdom and wit

Weave a wicker basket to hold all the lies
Rely on the product and contain all the sighs
Metamorphasize to contain the new mind
In a past time without pills we were fine
Now we're fined as they refine their lies to fit us
Give us new clothes, new jobs, but in god we still trust
Value in material but not in the thoughts behind it
Things always get released with the perfect timing

Don't take me away, can't you tell I'm sane
The asylum's for loons, I'm an eagle at best
Invested in more than just cash
But keep this bird in a cage cause his feathers are treasure
Speaking more than words, delivering more than pleasure
Endangered and rare, Stuck in danger, ensnared
Poisoned by the public
To be treated by the villain
Like a delicate bird for once
I'll still die with the setting sun

Let's bum rush the capital, Get a capital gain
Capitalize the purge with aesthetical fame
Money is the matter
Yo, who's first up to bat?
Bugs Bunny?
Or what about Daffy Duck?
These toons are getting crazier lately
Shit on t.v. is getting weaker lately
Subliminally molest the mind of the meager
Metabolize the lies and brainwash the leaders
Of tomorrow and today cause the past is passed
Play the puppet and the person , But the strings just snapped
Am I damaged goods? Good damage? Or bad
Or was I already bad?
Was I already bad?

Under the Influence

Track 2:Alan's In Wonderland

Influencing the bad, cracked a bottle and a model
Made my own man early, I only lead not follow
Goodie two shoes will leave you black and blue
When he opens his mouth and leaves your ego bruised
You're the sheep to my shepherd, the flea to my flock
The beta to my alpha, and the bitch to my cock
I hear you barking but I ain't coming yet
Suck on a chew toy no breaks just yet
Just, just, just, just sit there and listen
The weed's not talking, it's just a kid thinking
Breaking the mold, I put it leagues of leagues under
That shit is so deep but it still hears the thunder
*Boom* Now the titans just clashed
From the child to the grown up, words were just passed
I'm the quarter back but they ain't the wide receiver
In spite of weight, don't let that shit deceive you
Strongarming, tryna pull along your place
You're not superior and neither is your taste
If this were a race you'd be coming in last
Surpassed by the younger and running out of gas
Just Watch your back you already put a knife in it
Wrapped the bandage tight tryna stop the bleeding
Cut off circulation cause the chokeholds comfy
Not gonna stop cause you haven't started coming
Shots fired it's the start of the race
It's a real hand gun, let the turtle set the pace
Cut it back, leave a bit to the imagination
Lemme put you under the true sensation

Heretic

Track 9: Alan's in Wonderland

So fuck religion, cause it fucked me
Baptized at birth but molested at three
Metaphorical, don't get all gaspy
This metahuman mayhem is gonna stay lasting
What's a god that rules by fear
Where's the love we're supposed to share
No brother or sister hood
Just people dying, rebirth's no good
The heart's still beating, the mind's still thinking
But these people, goddamit, they still ain't living
They leaving behind life to live a better life
This plane's always heaven and hell, every night
I'm living in the wrong as you're living in the right
Put away that flash, stop tryna shine your light
In my mind's time every right is wrong
Every wrong is right, and every life's long gone

Think about it, fore you start pointing fingers
Salvation ain't calling, stop waiting for the ring
The rapture is here, death is your transcendence
You should try to live your life before that shit start's ending
Bending to the will of other's in the past
Think about yourself but don't put others last
Christmas everyday, so you better get the present
Halloween every night, trick or treat you to a lesson

So fuck this shit Imma be a heretic
Yea fuck this shit Imma be a heretic
Fuck the religions
And fuck the prescriptions
Don't know what to call it
But that shit ain't living
The shit that you're giving isn't for the good of me
Stressin the pressure of society
Where's family, and the blood brothers
And caring bout the people that you'd rather call mother

(Fuck this shit Imma be a heretic
Yea fuck this shit Imma be a heretic) x4

To Peace Trip by DJAY U4RIA

Disney Princess

Track 4:Alan's in Wonderland

Tryna live my dream not the american nightmare
Only with a wish is life a wonderland, live fear
Freedom is a cage so we'll die hard living
Alice is a myth, not a gift that kept giving
Indulged in the glutton that's a deadly sin
Despite her size, I despise, don't believe her level there
God like stature, standing in my eyes
This dumbass bitch seemed to stand higher than I
Revived by Chesire, gotta catch that spirit guide
Outside looking in, I realize I've died
Still trapped in the meat, my body's got a beef
It's tea time, change places, and keef

Waltzing through disney land, never been
Disney princesses everywhere, remembering
Nostalgia of the highest, got me high again
Before I fall, I recall, everyone follows sin

Girl lemme get your attention for a sec
Got your crystal heel here not looking for sex
Just give in to the charm, and I got a day job
I'll shower you with gifts as long as it pays off
You got that high school high life, not the everyday rella
But you still lit a fire with the cinders, I'll tell ya
Sit behind you in english, love to hear the laugh
Thinking you interested but can I do the math?
See chem's my best subject, but you're now my favorite
Wanna ask you to the dance, hear a yes, and start dating
But I heard you talking to kids that ain't me
So I guess I still need your attention sadly

Waltzing through disney land, never been
Disney princesses everywhere, remembering
Nostalgia of the highest, got me high again
Before I fall, I recall, everyone follows sin

Snow White, you got me on ice
Like your creator, I better think twice
Got molly and lucy but I'm missing something, you
But missing one thing has never been new
If I could wake you with a kiss I'd have tried
But I'm a little nervous and I'm tryna be nice
Far far from rude, away with the brute
Can't be forceful with you, gotta stay true
Your voice sure is fine indeed
Got me feeling higher than the finest tree
You got that nice smile, and the cute cheeks
The beautiful eyes, oh why'd you charm me?

Guessing Games

Track 3: Alan's In Wonderland

Life's like a lucid dream So I guess I need a wake
With all the truth that I'm hearing It's amazing it's all fake
But maybe just a touch And a meager little scrape
Will wake me from my slumber And make me smile today
Like Grinning Mr. Cheshire I'm down to my last life
Sadly slammed the door And smashed all of the lights
This wonderland's a nightmare Until the lights are on
But that shit's just flickering Don't get me wrong
Loosely lay down words As I lay down in my bed
I think happy thoughts And pictures in my head
I didn't owe nobody But the price I still should pay
I didn't hurt nobody But they'll hurt me anyways
So catch me on the grind Where my work week's not a shift
Or catch me in time Fore I blow up like a bitch
This kid's got dreams Gonna be an artist
But before all that I need to take my morning piss

Got a stubbed toe
I guess that makes me lame
Got a closed mouth
I guess that makes me tame
Got blurred vision
I guess that makes me drunk
And I got no more
I guess that makes me done

Run Bitch Run Even though this ain't a race
You go on ahead But I'll still set the pace
The tortoise took his time And he didn't show up late
So Imma copy him, Go on a date with fate
Putting faith in each other, and maybe in a god
But this shit don't make sense, and it's seeming kinda odd
Wasting life away, as I sit in class thinking
When will be the day that I catch a bitch winking
Just one more year and I'm legally grown
A couple late though, cause I'm out on my own
Still missing key parts, but nothing too big
I may be seventeen, but I'm still a little kid
Got my baby bottle, now who here has a teet
Pass my little lighter, now who here has the weed
Hired me a lawyer, now put me in a suit
Don't take me away judge, that shit is fucking rude

Got a stubbed toe
I guess that makes me lame
Got a closed mouth
I guess that makes me tame
Got blurred vision
I guess that makes me drunk
And I got no more
I guess that makes me done

To Watching Movies Instrumental

Remix

Track 6: Alan's in Wonderland

Get out of my head
You're supposed to be dead
Stop wandering through my mind like this
The light that was lit got blown out like a bitch
But these candles gotta be a trick
I found some new flavor
And got a new taste
But you still gotta be on my mind
So I guess it's time
I undo the rewind
But stick to the usual grind
Five days sober is going to seven
But five days blank is to two
The five days mean nothing to anyone at all
Especially not to you

Intense sensation
I take the contagion
Cause it keeps me warm inside
B LAZ E's on bitch mode
Get ready for the groan
And the relapse
All in good time

Fuck this shit
I don't wanna be your nigga
Bitch, please get out of my head
These thoughts are fed
And my face is turning red
As I suffocate
Defecate
Subtly solicit sympathy
Death to the rewind
Fined for the signs
My fortune's been told
That Imma grow old
Be a virgin and a father to all
Cause no love is special
And no thoughts light
And living just feels like a fight

The struggle's intense
My thoughts are getting dense
I still can't concentrate
Stuck in the past
And running past the present
Thoughts contained caged
Like a pregnant period
The professions always come late
Never been on a date
Just stuck to masturbate
And slightly verbate
The record's repeating
Not missing a skip
Recycled thoughts
And retuned rhythms
Barely remixed or made